Burn Mark by Laura Powell

Author:Laura Powell [Powell, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Love & Romance, Fantasy & Magic, General
ISBN: 9781619631199
Google: U7Ac4lVHGC4C
Amazon: 1619631199
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2012-06-06T23:00:00+00:00

‘Arrogant little turd,’ Glory muttered to herself. All high-class sneers and condescension. But as they walked back – Glory marching ahead, Harry Whoever-He-Was strolling along with his hands in his pockets – she forced herself to calm down. She’d come very close to giving herself away. He must know she was already on the Inquisition’s watch-list; no doubt he’d been trying to goad her into saying something incriminating.

They met her dad outside Number Seven. ‘Who’s this then?’ Patrick said with a nervous smile. ‘New friend?’

‘Dad. I told you about this, remember. He’s Harry. He’s going to do some work for the coven.’

‘It’s good to meet you, Mr Wilde.’ Harry put out his hand and Patrick, giving Glory a slightly baffled look, shook it. Harry moved past him into the house, where he was noisily greeted by Chunk and Jacko. He’d said he was going to put his shopping in his room before rejoining her and Angeline.

‘The poor lad looks done in,’ said Patrick. ‘What kind of work is he doing, anyhow?’

Glory managed not to roll her eyes. They’d been through this before. ‘He’s a witch, Dad.’

‘Oh yes, that’s right. But . . . dear me . . . if you two are seen together, mightn’t that attract trouble? From the authorities, I mean. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself.’

‘Auntie Angel’s supervising. We’ll be careful.’

‘I see . . . But –’

‘It’s fine, Dad.’

‘All right, love. If you say so.’ Patrick’s forehead wrinkled in thought. ‘Well, he’s got a nice way of speaking, I’ll say that for him. Very gentlemanly.’

Ugh. Smarming up to her dad like that – it was disgusting. Harry might be an Inquisition stooge, but Glory resented how quickly he’d been accepted by the rest of the coven. He’d only been here five minutes, didn’t look, talk or act like anyone they knew, and yet he was already one of the boys. A real gentleman crook.

Going to Auntie Angel’s made her feel better. Among the lace and china knick-knacks, the pink candy-striped walls, the Starling girls still reigned supreme; bad, bold and beautiful as ever. When Harry arrived, she could see his eyes were drawn to their pictures too. Lightly, she touched the undone amulet (reduced to a scrap of dirty blank paper) in her pocket. His glamour’s eyes had been muddy brown, but as long as she carried the amulet she could see their true dark blue. She supposed the shadows under them must be showing up on his glamour too.

‘Are you a Starling fan?’ she couldn’t resist asking.

He shrugged. ‘Their facilities were remarkable. I just think it’s a shame they couldn’t have put them to better use.’

Facilities! It was as if he was talking about a household appliance. Or a well-designed kitchen.

‘Maybe they didn’t have much of a choice.’

‘There’s always a choice. Like you choosing to help me.’

‘True enough,’ Auntie Angel agreed, coming in with a tray of tea and biscuits. She beamed at them over the china. ‘Now, let’s all sit down, and find ourselves the best way to go robbing.

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